#Dune Caladan Regular

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Grzegorz Domaradzki - Dune: Caladan Regular (2022)

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DUNE AU DAMIAN WAYNE X READER PART FOUR

Mild brutalia

Fem reader

Notes: Under no circumstances should opinions expressed by characters be linked to this author in anyway. This is written in the style of Frank Hebert’s book, this means spoilers for Dune. While inspired by Frank Herbert’s novel the plotline may be similar, however it will not be the same.

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Imperial terminology

Bene Gesserit: The ancient school of mental and physical training established primarily for female students after the Butlerian Jihad destroyed the so-called ‘thinking machines’ and robots.

Caladan: Third planet of Delta Pavonis.

Filmclip: An apparatus used mainly for training consisting of a shigawire imprint carrying a mnemonic pulse.

Faufreluches: The rigid imperial system of class stratification.

Shield, defensive: The protective field produced by a Holtzman generator. A shield will permit entry only to objects moving at slow speeds.

Spacing (Guild): Powerful organization which ad a monopoly on space travel and transport due to their Navigators.

Mating index: The Bene Gesserit master record of its human breeding program aimed at producing the Kwisatz Haderach.

Mentat: The class of imperial citizens trained for supreme accomplishments of logic. ‘Human computers’.

Sapho: High-energy liquid extracted from barrier roots of Ecaz. Used by Mentats who claim it amplifies mental powers. Users develop deep ruby stains on mouth and lips.

Without our mothers, we are nothing of worth. Commentaries On The New Emperors Family- Empress Y/N

The soft wind swished Talia’s hair to the side as she looked down at her favourite flowers, which were jewels in a sea of sage leaves.

Pondering she brushed her hand against the soft surface of the petals. She found herself wishing that she knew who her parents were- she understood the Bene Gesserit reasoning of why it was never to be shared, yet still she longed to have true clarity over she truly was. It was well known that the information wasn’t shared, in case the necessity for crossing blood lines arises.

Talia didn’t want to know just for the sake of lineages. No, she was interested in possessing a picture of her parents, to see which one she most looked like- where all these features of herself came from.

She raised her hand slowly to her face, rotating it as she analysed it. Her hands were slender yet firm, a mix of her parents she decided to dub it.

Would they be proud of me?

If only she had a little diary filled with memories of her parents, their subtle tics, their beliefs, their friends and foes. Would she align with them or simply be so profoundly different that she could feel nothing but disgust?

The soft crunch of leaves from strong boots filled the air, Talia noticed the imperceptible difference between the sound of the standard issue boots, and the strength of the Duke’s.

Duke Wayne stopped before her and tipped his head to his lady, causing a smile to grace her face.

“You don’t frequent the gardens much my love.” The Duke stated, however his eyes shone with curiosity.

“Well it hasn’t rained today, beloved, so I thought I’d pay a visit.” Talia replied, answering his hidden question. The sun today on Caladan had been glaring as if it was prodding around the planet for a traitor. Even at sunrise this morning. Talia found her skin covered with perspiration which was a sensation she’d completely forgotten, due to the humidity of Caladan.

“And I thought I’d pay a visit to you.” Lovingly the Duke muttered, dipping his head down to place a kiss as sweet as cherries onto his woman’s lips. Silently they kissed each other, their lips making small movements against the others. Talia firmly tilted her head up and moved her hand to the back of his neck.

Clang

Clang

CLANG

Their kiss was broken like shattered glass as they heard clanging of the gates.

Talia used Bene Gesserit techniques to prevent herself from snapping her head like animal, and instead turned with curiosity.

The training could not prevent her breath from catching, as the Duke latched his arm around her waist- pulling her inwards.

Dreams are all emotion, and no thought.

Lessons From The New Emperor- Empress Y/N

“The language of flowers is so elegant Damian, you must read learn it one day! A bouquet isn’t just solely about aesthetics, it’s about hidden meanings!” The girl excitedly told him, her hands gesticulating as wildly as a bull. Each time she paced behind his back he felt a gust of air, she was truly going that fast.

“What doesn’t contain hidden meanings, beloved?” Damian smirked as he looked down at the papers thrown onto his desk.

“Yes, but the same type of flower can have different meanings, just dependant on its shade! Take for example…”

Damian shook his hand amused, his girl was truly an addict to knowledge. Not the same as a Mentat though, who concerned themselves with the nitty gritty and science.

He paused his thoughts to snigger at the thought of her being a Mentat, she was simple too happy and restless to be confined to her mind with all those facts.

Where Mentat’s found solutions in learning, she seemed to find joy. Damian admired her for it, he’d only studied purely for the duty of his House. Perhaps if he found pleasure in it, he’d be able to engage as throughly as she could in these conversations. Damian strengthened himself with steel, promising to love learning as she did, so he could see that brilliant smile of hers.

He was hyper aware of the harmony of her voice- it exhilarated him and awoke him from what felt a slumber for the ages. Every punctuation of her words, sent a jolt through his spine, while the soft syllables relaxed his head.

The girls fingers threaded through his hair, before yanking his hand back insistently.

“You’re ignoring me.” Damian could hear the pout in her voice, before any other senses could be felt. The twang of pain at her sudden pull came a moment too late, like an echo of a sound long passed.

Smiling amusedly Damian tipped his head back, “This better for you beloved?”

She grinned satisfied, “There’s my handsome-“

“Damian!”

A pillow rammed into his face causing him to splutter.

“I’ve been shouting your name!” Talia pulled her son from her bed and rushed to the other side of the room, hastily throwing a set of clothes at him.

“Come quick Dick Grayson is at the gates- he’s alive!” His mother cried.

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[argumate]

something I would like to see in a Dune adaptation is more of the people on Caladan and Giedi Prime who are not part of House Atreides or Harkonnen, just the regular folks that support them.

there are a couple of scenes in the book but mostly the story is focused on the aristocrats and their households and we never see how they maintain their grip on power or how they establish the legitimacy of their rule.

as well as showing how most of the people in this universe actually live it would also offer some context for Duke Leto's comments about how on Caladan they relied on sea and air power (to defend against Harkonnen attacks, or to crush rebel uprisings and native independence movements?) while on Arrakis they would need desert power: an alliance with the Fremen compelling enough that they would willingly be the duke's private army, something that happened in the end anyway thanks to Paul's establishment as the Fremen messiah of legend.

we see that the Harkonnens rule by fear and greed, suppressing dissent with brutality and bribery, while the Atreides take a lighter touch and can be smaller and more efficient as a result, relying on inspiring leadership (and a healthy volume of fascist propaganda to ensure that everybody knows about it).

the Atreides also benefit from the role the Harkonnens play as their adversaries, noting that many of their followers are bound to them by hatred of a common enemy, but ideally an adaptation of the story would deftly sketch out some of the ambiguity and hypocrisy and self-interest in the Atreides version of events, the sacrifices they demand of others to maintain their own power and the mafia-like protection racket that any aristocracy ultimately relies on.

you can appreciate the tradition and the pageantry but it needs to be disturbing, these are two sides of the same brutally exploitative system and the fact that one side is more appealing than the other or even inspiring should make you very uneasy.

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I adore your Paul fics!! I've been having the hardest time finding fics in general that aren't NSFW (nothing against them/people who write them but sometimes I just don't want to see it) and it's so nice to like - yeah, Dune is a stressful as heck kind of a world, but to imagine Paul having some regular-person stress as opposed to "am I gonna get murdered" stress. LOVE<3 (And mad impressed that you do all this while being in college. Kudos to you<3333)

Thank you so much anon, you are too kind! I'm happy I can provide you with content that you enjoy! I totally understand why NSFW content is so popular, I enjoy it too sometimes and there are really great writers, but most of the time I'm also looking for different things, there are not enough soft!Paul fics on here. You can't imagine how hard I laughed at "am i gonna get murdered"-stress 😂 But it's true, the poor boy really can't catch a break or get some normal problems that people his age usually have, all he gets is just trauma. I really would have loved to see more of his daily life on Caladan and non-life-threatening struggles, but it’s also fun to write my own interpretation of it. Anyways, thank you for taking the time to send this message, hope you have a lovely day! ❤️